Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Darondo,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.